I did It For Her Ass (4)Troy still had Cardy's lip between his teeth when she started to lose it.“I’m gonna fucking cum,” she cried out, voice trembling like she was falling apart right there. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”His grip on her thighs tightened. “Me too, Cardy. Don’t stop.”She clung to him like she couldn’t hold herself together. Her legs jerked out of rhythm. Her face flushed bright red. Then she let out this wild, broken sound that echoed off the walls. Her back arched up from the couch. Her whole body shook like she had no control left.I’d never seen her like that. Not once. Not with me. Not even close.I couldn’t tear my eyes away.I was still working Troy’s dick, my lips stretched wide around him, throat clenched tight. I started to ease up so he could finish on his own, but his hand moved fast. He caught the back of my head and shoved me down harder. His cock pushed deeper into my throat until it throbbed against the tightest part.Then he started to cum.The first thi
My Girlfriend Wants Me On His Dick (2)The moment Troy reached out to shake my hand, everything about the fantasy I’d built in my head started shifting into something much more real. His hand wrapped around mine, warm and firm, but it wasn’t the grip that got me. It was his damn confidence.“Hey, man,” I said, trying not to sound like I was choking on my nerves. “How’s it going?”Cardy rolled her eyes like I was embarrassing her already. “He’s not here for chitchat, dummy.”Troy laughed, his voice rich and low. “Nah, it’s all good. I’m good. What about you?”I gave a half-shrug and tried to play it cool. “Just hanging out.”Troy tilted his head and smiled. “So… you’ve never sucked a dick before?”The bluntness made my stomach twist. I was caught off guard, even though I’d known exactly what I’d walked into. “No. Never.”Cardy tugged at his hand and started leading him toward the couch. Her fingers looked tiny wrapped around his. “Well, he’s about to,” she said with a wicked grin.She
Teaser:My Girlfriend said I could have her ass, but only if I sucked his cock first.At first, I thought she was playing. Then she opened the door and let him in. Now she is watching from the edge of the bed, one hand between her thighs, waiting to see if I will do it.This is her fantasy. She wants to see how far I will go for her. If I want to claim her ass, I have to prove it with my mouth.Read now and see just how far I go.••••••••"You want me to do what?" I asked. The words just slipped out, louder than I meant, echoing against the tiled walls of the bathroom.Cardy held my cock, stroking me with one hand while water poured over us. She didn’t pause, didn’t even blink."I just want you to try it," she said, like she was asking me to pass the soap, not entertain something insane. "I'm not telling you to propose to him."She leaned closer, spit trailing from her mouth onto the head of my cock. Her grip never stopped moving.I stared at her. "No. Absolutely not."Cardy rolled he
Cuckold Confessions (8)“Never again,” Dera groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. The sun was already high. She moved like her body didn’t belong to her anymore. I felt the same. My head was pounding and my mouth tasted like regret. But compared to what we had downed, I wasn’t doing too bad.Dera wandered to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later, towel wrapped around her chest, rubbing her hair dry. Her eyes looked soft and unsure as she glanced at me.“I can’t believe what I did last night. That was… so stupid.”I sat up, stretching, trying to shake off the haze. “Don’t beat yourself up. It was fun.”She looked at me like she didn’t believe me. Hell, I didn’t believe me either. We both knew it was more than just “fun.” That night cracked something open between us—something we hadn’t planned, hadn’t talked about. And somehow, I didn’t hate it.Eventually, we made it to the kitchen, still sluggish. Duncan had already been out and back. A bag from our favorite diner sat on
Cuckold Confessions (8)“Never again,” Dera groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. The sun was already high. She moved like her body didn’t belong to her anymore. I felt the same. My head was pounding and my mouth tasted like regret. But compared to what we had downed, I wasn’t doing too bad.Dera wandered to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later, towel wrapped around her chest, rubbing her hair dry. Her eyes looked soft and unsure as she glanced at me.“I can’t believe what I did last night. That was… so stupid.”I sat up, stretching, trying to shake off the haze. “Don’t beat yourself up. It was fun.”She looked at me like she didn’t believe me. Hell, I didn’t believe me either. We both knew it was more than just “fun.” That night cracked something open between us—something we hadn’t planned, hadn’t talked about. And somehow, I didn’t hate it.Eventually, we made it to the kitchen, still sluggish. Duncan had already been out and back. A bag from our favorite diner sat on
Cuckold Confessions (7)"Can’t win them all, I suppose," I said, forcing a casual tone as I shuffled the deck. Anything to keep the conversation going. Anything to avoid that silent tension hanging in the air.Dera snapped out of her daze and turned to me with a smile that held just a little too much color in her cheeks. "Looks like it's just you and me, dear."Duncan grinned as he leaned back, relaxed and smug. "Well, at least I know who I’m rooting for."Her eyes shot open a little wider. That line hit her hard, probably because she remembered what was at stake. One more loss and she’d be left in her underwear. She looked between the two of us, nervous, unsure. I watched her closely, realizing I felt the same as Duncan. I wanted her to lose. Not for the win, but for what came with it.Cards went down fast. I barely had to try. My streak continued.Dera cursed under her breath, and I couldn’t believe my luck. She hesitated, then reached for the hem of her shirt. I didn’t say a word.